The demons in my mind have been having a really good time lately.

AND NOW I WILL RANT MANIACALLY AT YOU ALL !

Man, I wish I could sleep (already took a nap or two on the couch)
the snow piles up and up and up. work tomorrow...
I was just reading about spies during world war two. did you know that the Soviets had infiltrated even the German High Command?
good for them.
maybe I will dream about something.

A fucking great song- and video! I just keep watching it.

Well, I guess I'm back... for a little while, anyway.
Thanks to whatever sucker brought me back here for a few months!

So this week's exercise in depravity is tentatively entitled "Yes, I Enjoy Punching Telephone Poles, or How I Can Get The Phone Number Of Every Girl I Meet And Make Out With None Of Them."

Lately I have been the master of the one- line blog. Less is more...? I don't know. Perhaps I feel that I'm being, you know, super- mysterious or something. Regardless, right now (well, quarter past six in the morning, as it be) is not probably the best time for reflection on my life, drunk or sober. I'd probably ought to sleep instead.
Fuck it.

My roommate, who is a recovering alcoholic, told me this the other day and it makes perfect sense.
He said, "Drink AT somebody, but get angry at yourself."
This is how I work.

I'm playing a game tonight. It's called 'can I drink the 30- rack that's in the fridge?'
Well, let's see.